Archive for March, 2012

 “In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.”

– Mark Twain 

 

Ah, yes! One who shares my thought!

You’re standing in a library. A bookstore. Breathe deep. Smell the ink. Hear the stir of the pages. Feel the soft book covers. See the rows upon rows of volumes. They hold words. Many words. Many worlds.

Unlimited realms at your fingertips.

Reach out. Wrap your fingers around that book. The fat one. On the third shelf. Tucked in the far corner. With a jagged crease. Brush the worn title. Smile. Crack it open.

Ah.

A door to another world has been opened. Drink deep.

“A smile confuses an approaching frown.”

I love that.

Smile, people!

It leaves a trail of perplexed frowns wondering what happy thing they missed.

Keep ‘em wondering, my friend, keep ’em wondering.

Smile.

“Every Day Deserves A Chance” by Max Lucado

 

“Brighten your day by envisioning God running toward you.

When His patriarchs trusted, God blessed. When Peter preached or Paul wrote or Thomas believed, God smiled. But He never ran.

That verb was reserved for the story of the prodigal son. “But when He was still a great way off, His father saw Him and had compassion, and ran and fell on His neck and kissed Him.” – Luke 15:20 nkjv

God runs when He sees the son coming home from the pig trough. When the addict steps out of the alley. When the teen walks away from the party. When the ladder-climbing executive pushes back from the desk, the spiritist turns from idols, the materialist from stuff, the atheist from disbelief, and the elitist from self promotion…

When prodigals trudge up the path, God can’t sit still. Heaven’s throne room echoes with the sound of slapping sandals and pounding feet, and angels watch in silence as God embraces His child.

You turn toward God, and He runs toward you.”

 

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
– Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

 

 

We all have those beautiful people in our lives.

A mother.

A friend.

A teacher.

A dad.

A grandparent.

A sister.

A brother.

A salesclerk.

A study buddy.

A librarian.

A neighbor.

A someone.

They are beautiful because they know pain and yet they love. They know failure and yet they run again. They know abandonment and yet they offer acceptance.

They do this to the ones they love. The ones they don’t. They do it to you.

That’s why they are beautiful.

Because they know all the hard stuff we do, and yet they allow it to make them better.

“Successful people don’t have fewer problems.

They have determined that nothing will stop them from going forward.”

– Ben Carson (Gifted Hands)

 

 

 

We want easy roads.

I don’t get it.

We want a painless life.

I don’t get it.

We want effortless success.

I don’t get it.

If hard things build muscle, an easy life must produce a wimp. Tawny, ripped integrity; or puny, flabby wimp.

Gimme the hard things.

Run on, my friend.

 

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”

– C.S. Lewis

Stop.

Open your eyes.

Look around. Look upward.

There are miracles everywhere.

Because GOD is here. And GOD is the Creator of miracles.

A warm breeze whispers across this land.

It is talking.

With the gentle windy caresses, it speaks.

It speaks of promise.

Spring. New life. Growth. Revival.

Listen closely.

Hear the words?

Promises of springing forward in your walk with Christ. Promises of new life in your spirit. Promises of new growth in your character. Promises of revival in your heart and the heart of others.

Listen to the whispers of spring…and the One who created it.

For He is truly the One whispering.